Handled

Chapter Eight

I blinked stupidly at the ceiling, as nothing made any sense. 

Absolutely no sense. 

I blinked slowly over at the clock on my night stand. 

3:27 AM. 

What in the absolute fuck. 

Why am I awake? 

Then the ringing started up again, the same ringing that had pulled me out of my deep, dead like sleep. 

Darla's name flashed brightly on the screen of my phone that was ringing entirely too loud beside me on my pillow. 

"Hell-the-fuck-o, Darla, do you know what fucking time it is?" I hissed through the phone.

"Theres a meeting, they called a meeting. We have to be at the office in ten minutes" Darla's drowsy reply came. 

I sat up quickly, "do you know what time it is?" 

"Said it was important, we-we gotta get there, fuck me I can't find pants" she cried in sleep pain as I heard her crash into something. 

Fuck me. 

"I'll met your ass there in 10 minutes, I'm guessing top level?" I sighed as I dragged my heavy body out of my bed. 

The last thing I heard was a cuss and something dropping to the floor, before I hung up. 

If this was some kind of emergency meeting then fuck decorum. 

I left on my rainbow pajamas on, and my Avenger's tee-shirt, with no bra before slipping on a pair of boots and a jacket and then leaving the apartment. 

Raina hadn't come home, probably out partying, and therefore I was carless. 

I was only three blocks from the office. 

I hit the pavement moving, a sleepy uncoordinated jog, got me to the office with only five creepy stares and only one scraped knee. 

Stupid ass sidewalks. 

Darla walked into the building just as I pressed the button for the elevator. 

"Why am I here this fucking early?" Darla cried as she stumbled up to me, her hair was in rollers, and had on her sheep robe. 

Not that I looked any better, I thankfully had gotten my hair braided, so that was just piled up into a bun, but I looked every bit fucking crazy with my pajamas on and I knew I still had flecks of my face mask still on. 

I rubbed my eyes, still trying to regulate my breathing from my speed walk. 

"What the hell is going on, Darla? Did the Cords call? Did something happen?" I asked, trying to blink her into focus. 

"My special phone started blaring like a fucking cop, I fell out of bed. It was an automated message that just said emergency. I honestly think I broke something, I think my leg is crooked, what do you think?" she asked trying to hobble towards me, as the elevator doors opened up. 

I shoved her inside, watching her tilt before she collided with the wall. I stepped in after her, as she fixed her large glasses on her face. 

"I hate you and I hate this job. Oh come work with me, it'll be so much fun. No more tugging skirts out of model's asses, come rule the world. Well, fuck the world, it's about as shitty as a model's ass, just so you know." Darla's whined as the elevator lifted, "I've been straight tackled by security more times than I can count. And now we've reached a new fucking low, I'm awake at 3 am in the office, staring at your very visible double D's through that too small shirt you have on."